It's amazing what we lose in self... N the time that is lost that gets away from any kinda help... The memories never made never to come true... N the feel of hate that controls our use... Forgetting how to live n rejecting luv... Caught in a whirlwind of betrayal unable to trust... Falling in then falling outta the terms n conditions that change... Rearranging the expressions forced you the face... Friends m fam flip lips with the jibs blabbering about get over it... N all that's felt is a loss that refuses heal knowing it's not worth the bullshit... It's aatoniaston to become what was never imagined... Bitter n confused n pretending no one in here is damaged... Yet giving up on relations the proof that the effect of an other had taken its toll... Trying not to remember how it was when the good lasted with bodies that rolled... Hiding is what comes of adulting as choices made havta decide to move on... Forced to dig in to the inner linings of worth torn... Creating smiles so others brother it's all okey dokey... As behind the scenes there's this overwhelming feeling of being lonely... Losing someone thought to be the answer of all questions put to rest... Exploring the circumstances buried deep in the chest... Finding no one who can piece the mind back together... So it's fuck it as movement eventually find motion as it's self that's remembered...
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